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Sunday, June 9, 2013

I am very grateful to all of you who wished me a happy
birthday last week. It warms my heart to
be recognized and honoured by so many. I
want you to know I’m enjoying sex, love, intimacy and service at the age of 71.

A birthday is a good time to look back and look ahead. It’s the ahead part I’d like to talk
about. I know I look younger than my
years. My dad was pretty young looking
as he aged. Longevity runs in my family
so I can look forward to several more years of life.

Still, I am much closer to the end of life than the
beginning. I am not 71 years young, as
some folks suggested, and I choose not to spend each birthday repeating the tired
Jack Benny joke. In the scheme of things
71 is old. I appreciate the person who
said on Facebook, “I’m glad you’re still walking on this planet.” It seemed a sincere sentiment that embraced
my age instead of denying it. And yes,
I’m glad too.

My choice is to prepare for death rather than deny it, so I
can embrace it when it comes.

I fear death, (not nearly as much when I was young), but denial
is not the tool with which I choose to engage it. I’d rather say hello to fear and give it
whatever space it needs.

So as I look to the future, permit me to use this birthday
message to share my beliefs about my death.
Beliefs about death are largely religious so I think it only polite to
ask permission, and to share them as personal beliefs, not necessarily yours.

I will die, not to live again. I have not lived before and I’m not coming
back. I’m not going to heaven or to some
limbo holding pattern like a Dreamliner in a crowded sky looking for a slot to land.

I have a soul, but what I call “soul” is quite different
from other definitions. At the very core
of every one of my cells dwells the DNA that brought me here, the blueprint
that is on the one hand practically identical to yours, and on the other identifies
me as unique on this crowded planet of nine billion. There is nothing ethereal or supernatural
about this seeming contradiction and yet to me it is a far more mysterious
miracle than any our collective imagination has ever produced. It seems to me the more we learn about
ourselves and the natural universe, the more amazing it all becomes. Old beliefs are continually left in the dust by
more miraculous discoveries that open our eyes daily to the beauty of the universe.

When a book is burned the story lives on in another. My DNA will disintegrate with me, but yours
will remain to multiply. DNA, my soul,
is the glue that unites me with all life; on the one hand uniquely me and on
the other universal. It feels sometimes
that my purpose here is to be a vessel, a harbour, and to serve DNA in the same
way that other folks serve their God.

Physically, what I’m made of was born in the stars, and to
the stars my atoms will return. Nothing
is lost except this fragile ego called ‘Eric’ whose job it is to carry this
soul for the short time I’m on this planet.

So to revisit the fear of death, I see it is but an
attachment to my ego, to the conscious me.
I am not a student of Buddhism but I think my foundation in scientific
skepticism has brought me to the same conclusion. I’m ever surprised when I hear people speak
of releasing themselves from attachment and still hold on to reincarnation which
seem like nothing more than ways to hold on to the personal ‘me’.

So I have a birthday request. When I’m ready to die please speak of my death,
not transition, not passing, not…